#021 - Hetalia Drabbles

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Title: A Playlist of Drabbles
Series: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Written: Unknown

 

Bad Boy

Prussia was the very definition of the man that you didn’t want your daughter to come home with, yet, there was something so utterly intoxicating about him, some...feeling that made him irresistible to practically everyone.

Feeling Good

Canada glanced down at the other Nations from where he stood on the stage, band at his back playing old jazz standards, and thought that the look on their faces was absolutely priceless; so he closed his eyes and began to sing, pouring every ounce of his emotion into the songs, “It’s a new life for me/And I’m feelin’ good...”

Fever

Spain guided Seychelles around the floor, in a smoky tarverna, relishing how she moved with her; France be damned, he was taking her home tonight, that dusky siren skin spun him a song that he just couldn’t refuse.

Hey Boys And Girls

Sweden looked at the smooth rink with suspicion, after all, who in their right mind would strap shoes with wheels to their feet and try to walk in them?
“Come on, Berwald. Roller skating’s just like ice skating, and you’re good at that, right?” Damn, but Australia’s dazzling smile was persuasive.
“All you need is skates, a good instructor, and patience!”

Moondance

England’s normally tough exterior melted as he swept a young girl around the dancefloor, smiling at her honest laughter and genuine joy at doing such a mundane thing like kicking up your heels. Emerald green eyes crinkled happily as he beheld the girl who would one day become Queen Elizabeth II.

Been Waiting

Australia sat down, wrapped her arms around her knees, and wept bitter tears into her ash-spotted skirt. She had her freedom from him (If being a Commonwealth could be called freedom), but if this was freedom, why did it feel like her heart was being ripped out of her chest? A large hand settled on her shoulder, and an accented voice asked,
“Excusez-moi, mademoiselle, but would you perhaps be Australia?” She looked up, clover-green eyes meeting blue-purple.
“Yes.”

1000 Stars

Canada walked outside with Australia and gasped. Above him was spread the tapestry of the night sky, and it was embroidered with thousands of stars, little points of light on a black velvet cloak. Matthew had once been scared of the dark, but seeing this... He spun around, revelling in the cool night air on his skin. A short distance away, Australia stood, an indulgent smile on his face. He knew that Canada had been scared of the dark, but hopefully now his outlook on the world of the night  would be different.

Don’t Trust Me

Roderich could only stare as Elizaveta walked in, in clothes that could never pass for decent. Black leather boots that covered legs that seemingly went forever, more black leather clinging to her body in a bastardized version of a jumpsuit, unzipped to past her navel, revealing a black bikini. And was that one of Germany’s old police hats? His palms went sweaty around his wine glass, and he muttered,
“Of all the gin joints in the world, she walks into mine.” And oh GOD, why was she swaggering over here, wearing THAT look on her face? He got his answer when she leant forward and pressed her lips to his.

We Are The People

France shoved his shoulder against the door, trying to persuade it with force. Finally, the aging lock yielded, screeching in protest. A musty smell wafted out, as well as that of cordite and blood. France recoiled, so that was why he had locked up this room and thrown away the key. The unfortunate room contained the memories of two World Wars. Gradually, Francis’ eyes adapted to the gloom, and he could make out the shapes of manikins, clothed in the mud and blood covered uniforms of those nations who had fought for him.

Kids

As the familiar strains of a pop song drifted out from the massive amplifier tower, Australia started jumping with crowd, joining with her states, which were already partying like maniacs, dancing badly to the catchy tune. The summer sun beat down, scorching those revellers foolhardy enough to brave the heatwave and go to the Big Day Out. And America had to admit, it was worth it. The sun beating down, the great music, the food, the alcohol, and the company... What more could one ask for?

Snow Kiss

Russia looked out at General Winter, and firmly shut the curtains, blocking out that all-too-familiar shape. Lithuania looked sadly at Ivan, eyes a-glimmer with tears that he would never shed, before he plucked his courage, and walked silently over to the much larger nation, and carefully wrapped his arms around Ivan’s waist, pressing his hot face to that sculpted, lean back.

She’s Just Oblivious

Sealand leant up against his new mama. Sure, Finland may be a male, but Sweden loved him and so that was fine by Sealand. What Peter didn’t understand was why there were so many red marks on his mama’s neck. They looked like bruises, but he couldn’t for the life of him imagine how they got there.
“Mama, how did those red marks get on your neck desu-yo?” Now, that was a perfectly reasonable question. Except it probably shouldn’t have been asked in a European Union meeting.

Highway to Hell.

“OI! Russia! Give Prussia back to his brother!” What? Ivan looked out his window, peering over the Berlin Wall to see what was causing the ...disturbance. What he didn’t expect to see was Australia with her seven states and territories camped on the other side. ...And they had pickaxes.
“It’s the bloody nineteen – eighties, you’ve had his for long enough, give ‘im back all bloody ready!”

Seasons of Love

Winter came on as a shock to Australia, after her baking summers, it took time to get used to wearing trakky daks and ugg boots again. Winter, for her southern states, meant sowing winter crops, and praying that the rains would fall this year. Spring crept up on them slowly, with slowly warming days, and gentle dew. It also meant bone – bitingly cold westerly winds assailed Queensland, battering an already fragile landscape. Gradually, as spring progressed, Tasmania began to talk to her family again, and started planting her perennials. Summer meant the Wet for northern WA and NT. Life – giving water once again filled the arteries and veins of the outback, enabling the cattle to fatten nicely. It also meant long, hot days spent at the beach, and cyclones. More than five hit Australia’s coastlines every year, battering and destroying coastal towns. Summer also meant the threat of bushfires everywhere. Little ACT was still recovering from the decimating 2003 bush fires that had raced across her, leaving her with severe burns.
But even amidst all of the destruction and woe, Australia prospered, growing in economic size and population, and not one of them would change it for the world.

Superstar

“What is this?!” Yelled England as he walked into what was meant to be a meeting of the World, but instead seemed to have derailed into a rave party. Narrowed emerald eyes scanned the room, and then widened in shock when he saw Australia, his little girl grinding wantonly into Prussia’s hips, a lustful look upon the taller man’s face. Canada had challenged America to DDR, and was winning. Greece, Turkey, Russia, and Hungary were having a drinking contest, downing ouzo, raki, vodka, and palinka in turn. Southern Italy and Switzerland...were plotting something, whilst France and Spain were unashamedly ogling everyone. North Italy had draped himself over Germany, who was looking decidedly uncomfortable, and the Nordics were nowhere to be seen.

The Last Day on Earth

Australia’s breath heaved uncomfortably through her/his chest, bright arterial blood flowing out through numerous bullet holes into the mud of the battlefield. He/she could hear the roar of cannonades somewhere not too distant, and the screams of her/his men dying in vain. A wracking cough created a new cacophony of agony through his/her body, damned mustard gas. Slowly, the two of them split apart, melded state breaking down, but they remained pressed chest to chest, the broad country, and his tiny population. The dichotomy that was Australia would lie there until found, too broken to even consider moving.

This is a pennance poast for missing so much time. IRL, I was on music camp, and had no access to wireless internets. I am also bogged down with about six or seven assignments, and so my creativity juice is running low, hence, moar repoasts.